Why should I fill my lazy, empty days
with blame for her indifference
her wandering eye, and self-absorbed ways
when it was really a fearful diffidence?
What could have garnered her attention
for a wife gone silent as a country mouse
armed with counterfeit condescension
marriage reduced to a speechless jailhouse.
She, pursuing a separate existence
and I, sunken in a friendless lake
both learned to keep our distance
with feelings too tender at stake.
Could she have done any better to reach my shore,
could I have done any better to give her more?
We will never know where to lay the blame.
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